Luna's POV
"Alright, relax Joel, I can explain."
"Explain what? That you took my phone?" His voice was sharp, eyes blazing with anger.
"Calm down, please," I begged, trying to keep my voice steady despite the panic rising inside me.
"I actually had no idea. I had been searching for it since last night. I had to rush here this morning to check, and oh well," he shrugged. "Are you trying to get me killed? Do you know what Marcelo will do to me if he finds out?"
"He's not going to know, okay?" I assured him, trying to project confidence I didn't feel.
"Who did you call?" Joel demanded.
"What?" I asked, even though I had heard him clearly.
"You heard me, Luna. Who did you fucking call?"
"I didn't call anyone," I shook my head defiantly. I couldn't afford to tell him the truth. What if he tells Marcelo?
Joel was quiet for a while, his gaze piercing. Then he sighed, meeting my eyes. "I'm going to keep it a secret."
